Kikodinho Edward Alexandros

Apr 2018

beth fwoah dream

the sea flows in,
rolls thunderous waves
against the shore until the
sands are buried in the
deepening water
and the grey rocks
can no longer be seen.

each wave is like
the row of an audience
in a theatre, whistling to
the shrieks of the wind.

it is winter and the
rushing tide
melts in the cold
below a steely mist
that the broad sky
wears like a mask,
gathering her skirts
of cloudy inks.

i hear the water fall
and i sense that i’m alone
with the crying tide,
watching as it speeds
to the shore, spraying
its foamy mist
in the air.

i am isolate, drowning
in the cloudy thunders
of the waves, hearing
the mighty barrels
hiss and whir, dreaming
of love.

happy easter everyone

#loving #you

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Mar 2018

The Old Man Of A Golden Fiddle [Limerick]

There lived an Old man of a golden fiddle
Who played it telling riddle after riddle,
But tricked by some magical gin,
Stolen was his fiddle by a goblin
And nevermore did he tell any riddle.

#Limerick

Mar 2018

SøułSurvivør

Nova

There's a star gone Nova
Blazing in its death
Somewhere there's a baby
Taking her first breath

There's a tree that's
just been felled
By a lightning bolt
It's burning
There's a man
Who loves a lass
Weeping for his yearning

There is a mountain rising up
Beneath the ocean's depths
There's a promise
That was made
Which was never kept

There's a storm
That's moving in
To quench a Raging Fire
There's woman who is old
Burning with desire

However viewed, the universe
Under Nature's Veil
Is very like your own true face
However wan and pale

The Parables, the metaphors
The things that poets speak
Are in the moon and sun and stars
We have only to seek

When our sun goes Nova
When all mountains fall
We will, at last, perceive our God

The Ruler of us all.

SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/5/2018

I am so sorry to have gone AWOL for so long. I have a lot of excuses, but none of them are sufficient. I want to spend a few days on this site so I can make up for lost time. I've been on Facebook way too much... It can be very addictive, and because of my health it's difficult for me to juggle social media. But I know a lot of my friends here don't put their poetry on Facebook. So I want to spend some days here to catch up with my poetic brothers and sisters. I've missed you terribly! Its 1:30 in the morning so I have to get some rest now. But I'll be back in the morning.

I really love you.

Mar 2018

Carina

In the dark

When the world comes crashing in,
Washing over you like the tide;
When you have nothing left to win,
And want to give up on your fight.

When you can't see a spark of light,
After days of pouring rain;
When you keep on saying you're alright,
While your heart is forced to bane.

When you have no one to hold onto tight,
Because life has left on you its mark;
When you can't look on the bright side,
I will sit with you in the dark.

If you ever feel lonely, remember there is someone to sit with you in the dark:)

#support #light #dark #optimism #pain #friendship